The bed was covered in red rose petals. Every inch of it had been transformed into a soft, deliciously lush carpet of living beauty. The petals were piled deep; she couldn’t imagine where he’d found so many flowers.

Justin stepped up to her. He was wearing only a bow tie around his neck, and held a long stemmed rose between his teeth. He placed one finger to her lips, indicating that she should say nothing. Then he took the rose from his mouth and kissed her.

His kiss was a contradiction, as they always were. It was intensely tender and gentle, and yet demanding, insistently passionate and needy. His tongue flicked into her mouth, making her yearn for him even more.

He pushed her back onto the bed. She settled among the rose petals and thrilled at the feel of them on her flesh. Their velvety softness caressed her skin, and some left sweet red smears as she crushed them against her. It was a unique sensation, one she’d long dreamed about and only recently confessed to her lover. They rustled as she moved, nestling between her armpits and her thighs.

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